Drabble for open_on_sunday LJ Community

Title: Mutability
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: open_on_sunday's "Poetry" challenge
Notes: Inspired by Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem "Mutability."

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Wesley unfolded the checked cloth onto the grass. He'd brought Fred to the park on one of their rare days off. Opening the picnic basket, they spread the feast in front of them. Her brown eyes sparkled when she saw that he'd made tacos. After eating, she lay her head in his lap while he played with her hair, and the flowers around the fountain perfumed the air.

With a startled gasp, he lifted his head from his desk to see Illyria's unearthly blue stare. And reality crashed around his head, making his breath hitch in his chest once more.

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( The Poem )

Drabble for open_on_sunday LJ Community

Title: Mutability
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: open_on_sunday's "Poetry" challenge
Notes: Inspired by Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem "Mutability."

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Wesley unfolded the checked cloth onto the grass. He'd brought Fred to the park on one of their rare days off. Opening the picnic basket, they spread the feast in front of them. Her brown eyes sparkled when she saw that he'd made tacos. After eating, she lay her head in his lap while he played with her hair, and the flowers around the fountain perfumed the air.

With a startled gasp, he lifted his head from his desk to see Illyria's unearthly blue stare. And reality crashed around his head, making his breath hitch in his chest once more.

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( The Poem )

Drabble for wordoftheday100 LJ Community

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: wordoftheday100's "Comely" and "Braggadocio" challenge
Notes: Another in my Spike/Fred series.

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They sat in the cafeteria, Spike with a mug of pig and otter blood, Fred with a humongous taco salad. Spike watched her dreamily as she nattered on about string theory and how it related to alternate dimensions, wondering how the hell she ate so much and still managed to stay such a rail-thin, comely bird. Practice, he supposed. Or an unbelievable metabolism.

For her part, Fred's mouth was on autopilot, while she wondered how Spike hid such a tender interior under a veneer of braggadocio and snark--how he camouflaged the poet under the pop-culture junkie. Practice, she supposed.

Drabble for wordoftheday100 LJ Community

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: wordoftheday100's "Comely" and "Braggadocio" challenge
Notes: Another in my Spike/Fred series.

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They sat in the cafeteria, Spike with a mug of pig and otter blood, Fred with a humongous taco salad. Spike watched her dreamily as she nattered on about string theory and how it related to alternate dimensions, wondering how the hell she ate so much and still managed to stay such a rail-thin, comely bird. Practice, he supposed. Or an unbelievable metabolism.

For her part, Fred's mouth was on autopilot, while she wondered how Spike hid such a tender interior under a veneer of braggadocio and snark--how he camouflaged the poet under the pop-culture junkie. Practice, she supposed.